i know not how to quit them

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I DO REALLY LIKE

FAI COMPLETING HIS HORRIBLE PAINFUL TRANSFORMATION

AND LOOKING RIGHT INTO KUROGANE’S EYES

WHO LOOKS RIGHT BACK

AND NEITHER OF THEM LOOK AWAY

THAT IS INCREDIBLY DEEP AND IMPORTANT TO ME AND I CANT QUITE PUT INTO WORDS EXACTLY WHY

anonymous asked:

My manager is great at doing her job, she makes fair schedules, keeps people on task without being unfair or unreasonable, always backs up the employees when customers are dicks, ect. BUT she sucks at training. For months now we've been short because new people keep quitting after training. She's so focused on nitpicking how they do everything she never bothers to teach them the basics of the job and makes them terrified of asking questions. It's infuriating and I don't know what to do about it.

canadianwheatpirates  asked:

[2/2] Leaning towards going because of spite inasmuch as she doesn't deserve to have a nice day with all of them consequence-free, but thought I'd seek your thoughts on it all.

An abusive person seeks out people to abuse. Go, and stand as moderator of her behavior. One negative outburst should see you standing there in absolute scorn to tell her why she should leave.

Many of my readers ask me this sort of question, the how to deal with an abusive person query, and my answer is usually quite consistent.

Identify the behavior. Know in what way it is abusive. Know the psychology. It has nothing to do with you. Bullies need to supplement their weak characters. They need to harass someone. They look for the perfect target - someone who won’t fight back.

Once you see the behavior, you think of that person as the bully they are. Not as your mother or father, but as a stranger who treats you with disrespect, from whom you expect no love and no kindness. You must think of them this way because it will help you stand up to them.

Every snide comment should be rebuked. Tantrums should be disciplined as if she were a stranger. If she tries to twist the discussion, you remain firm and stoic, and you tell her that that sort of bullying behavior will not be tolerated. You tell her that you do not tolerate complete strangers to behave in that way, and so why should you tolerate her? You put down every single return and backward remark with stern countenance. Stop thinking of her as an elder, as your life giver, as anything other than a child with a lopsided mind, who wants to use others to prop herself upright.

Draw that boundary clearly and firmly and then go on enjoying your day with your other family members. Once you have made that line clear, the other family will use your template and go from there. The more often you do this, the better it will be.

Do not do what you have always done. Abusers rely on patterns and dynamics to get by. An abusive husband relies on his wife’s pattern of apologizing for him, the dynamic he’s crafted of gift-giving and ingratiation in order to create a cycle in which his spouse always returns to receive more abuse. An abusive parent relies on the psychological pattern that seeks the parents’ approval. She hurts you, knowing that as your mother her words can hurt, but that you will still seek her out in that respect. Patterns of habit create PERMANENT VICTIMS for them to utilize like a constantly refilling prescription for their mental defect. So DO NOT participate. Do not handle it the way you always have.

Build a new pattern. Be cold. Be firm. And if you must, mock her a little so that she sees that her behavior is so consistent as to be turned into a joke. If she begins to play the martyr say “Oh, you poor thing! No one is letting you bully them!”

If you must, be cruel.

That is how you fight an enemy. That is how you stop an abuser. That is how you defend yourself. People think that when you understand your enemy, you no longer need to fight them. That isn’t so. Because no matter how well you understand them, they will still be hurting others who don’t. You have dealt with her. You know what to anticipate because your enemy has taught you how to win. So win on behalf of those who cannot fight, and if necessary, toss her out of the party or make her feel so unwelcome as a consequence of her own behavior that she leaves of her own accord.

Now all this presumed she will behave as she always has. If she doesn’t, leave it be. Only negative behaviors incur negative consequences. That is how you maintain your personal integrity.

That is my advice. It may seem harsh, but a mother who abuses her children should be treated harshly, in my opinion.

anonymous asked:

I can’t wait for Robert to see them kiss. Like it’s actually quite funny how this whole situation is about ROBERT.

It’s ALL about Robert/Robron but mainly for the Christmas stuff. Robert needs to have NOTHING but also have Aaron still care even if Robert thinks he’s lost him, so having Robert see that Aaron’s “moved on” and found happiness somewhere else then that’s perfect for Robert to have NOTHING left.

Tbh, bringing Alex back doesn’t make me mad. I get where they’re coming from but also we don’t know what the context is yet (hopefully we won’t until it airs!) so we don’t know how he Alex/Aaron scenes will go. Aaron could just be agreeing to go on coffee dates because he’s wants to be over Robert, he wants to not care, so he forces himself to enjoy it. I definitely think they’ll be the case with the kiss. I can’t see Aaron being all “loved up” and wanting to kiss him, I can see it more as.. I backed off last time, I might as well just do it this time. 🤷🏼‍♀️ could go 10 different ways.

But Robert seeing the kiss. THATS THE POINT.

anonymous asked:

came across another pressed anti (they wont quit 😩) saying how Z is only famous cos she got a pretty face nothing more and there’s already more of that in hollywood and even said “my family works in the industry i would know” when someone listed the talent and quality she has. do not disrespect my girl like that 😤 as for Tom that’s her shawty okay so she wins.

🙄 I mean we know there are many many ridiculous antis, so ignore majority of them if not all. I am kinda antid-out for the day.

Oh, palace flows
Rain falls from the heavens to my palace rooftop
When the light shines through it I feel more exposed
Will it ever change here? We’ll just never know
Stimulation, I’m in need of
See the time is of the essence and this clock doesn’t own a home
Rain falls from the heavens to my palace rooftop
When the light shines through I feel more exposed 

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@antzonian‘s birthday is Sunday, and I made him a birthday gift. Also, I’ve been hearing repeatedly Gorillaz’s Garage Palace (Visualizer).

So here’s Kris as Little Simz from the videoclip, in the corner you can see Vinnie Dakota, and the hair nearby him belongs to Wally. Wanted to do more, but I don’t know who else could join them.

Note: first time drawing Kris, quite proud of how good she looks.

Hope you like it! 

NSFW

So who agrees with me when I say that Michael is reallllly shy ( as shy as he can be ) the first time he’s doing it with his s/o. He certainly has watched a lot of people fuck in his life, he roughly knows how it works. Or… thinks he knows it. Probably knows nothing, nope. 

 He’s gonna be amazed. But you have to guide him first. Until then, the only time he touched women he… choked them to death and attempted to kill them. Meaning he’s rough and you gotta teach him how to touch you with care. He’s a quick learner though and pays attention to your facial expression and touches the whole time. Michael will know exactly what to do and where to do it quite soon. 

 Believe me when I say he is possessive - the thought that another man might see you like this is driving him crazy. He’s all the more protective of you now and follows you around like a shadow. Say goodbye to your privacy! You have no such thing anymore after you’ve shown him this much love and warmth. He would perceive you as very … vulnerable in this state. Just the fact that you took your clothes off to do this while he is still in his overall and STILL hesitant to take it off makes him vaguely understand how much you trust and love him. The thought of your love amazes, even intimidates him. He’s all yours. 

 The boy also can’t tear his eyes away from your body. He never paid attention to other women, not unless they were dead. And god, you feel so soft in his arms, and so warm. The thought of killing you is unbearable for him. As soon as he’s gained confidence however, he won’t hesitate to try things on you. Will probably choke you, playfully cut you with his knife, all these things. He’s so into you, and he can’t forget you showed him all this. As I said! He’s all yours, despite being dominant all the time.

HEART OF GOLD

*sun is how you think, moon is how you feel, venus is how you love*

Aries The Velocity. When you’re with her, her heart pumps adrenaline straight into your veins. She is the arms you fall into when the rush becomes too much. You never knew someone with such a hard head could have a heart this soft. She’ll light you on fire until you get used to the burn, until her jarring touch is as soft as feathers. And she will help you up every time, you take her hand and it’s like being in a freefall but it’s okay because you’re not alone. What she want’s deep down is someone who can run wild with her. You lose her the moment you try to control her. Don’t. Just enjoy the ride, for it’s one of a kind.

Taurus The Mystic. She is the vivacity of the living, the one who defies gravity. Her heart floating around her body makes you believe in magic. The kind everyone wants to experience. She pops her gum and tells you to put your money where your mouth is. So you rip your chest open, the blood of your beating heart splattering onto her lips. She cradles you in her arms, your worship inducing a heartfelt laughter that echoes through the vertigo of your final moment. “You did good.” she whispers, and at last you are at peace.

Gemini The Dandelion, her soaring heart tied to a string. She’ll rock you ultra slowly until you feel you could fade away into nothing, and live forever amongst the clouds. She demands you show her everything you have to give, before she even much as gives you a smile. The quest for her heart is for only the brave. She doesn’t mind what people say, the one who she calls hers has to be unyielding. So she won’t feel so liquid all the time.

Cancer The Lighthouse. Her satin heart is safely kept, for the one who will finally be worthy. But for now she will dance, she will dance with every angel until she finds the one with the shy smile and the softest curls. At night she tells the Moon all her secrets, and now she has a secret that makes her bones shiver and her lips tremble. She loves you, I promise. Just ask the Moon.

Leo Her heart is a cup overflowing with all things lovely, filling the hearts of others as easily as she fills her own. The Fountain of Youth. Hope, lust, tenderness. You can’t help but look at her in awe and think, “I am. Because of you.” The fear you try so hard to ignore is because she doesn’t need to prove her worthiness to anyone, you’re worried that someday she won’t need you. But if she loves you, you don’t need to be afraid. She will be with you when the world ends.

Virgo The Goddess. Her heart is a forest, full of life and mystery. She brings my soul to harmony in return for the respect she rightfully deserves. She cares for her world with everything she has, believing in the pure radiance of the noble hearted. Many might mistake her benevolence for weakness. However when she finds a bad seed, let’s just say nature can be a cruel master. After all she is the source of life and will not be exploited by the greedy. But to those who love with an open heart she gifts the vitality of spirit, and the liberation of the metaphysical mind.

Libra Her slow heartbeat echoes as it pulses against your palm, right through your bloodstream. She licks her lips and sways her hips to the rhythm. The Delilah. You cross your heart and close your eyes. “Open.” she whispers, and the cosmos had swallowed the pool table and barflies of the roadside dive. All you hear is her soft giggle and ocean waves crashing in slow motion. “Welcome to Eden.” You look around you, and you notice your blood isn’t vibrating anymore. You ask her how she found this place. She gently shakes her head with a smile on her lips and says, “Darling, you’re inside of me.”

Scorpio The Red Winged Angel, always under my skin. The beat of your heart vibrating through my system and I’m afraid that if you touch me I will shatter to a million pieces. Late at night I dream of finding someone as sensuelle as you. Sometimes I wonder how many hearts you own, even though I can’t quit you. I don’t know what I am addicted to more, your touch or the fact that you could disintegrate the earth from underneath me if you wanted to.

Sagittarius The Honeymoon. The fast moving gal who likes them slow. If you want her heart take her for a night drive. Show her the world through your eyes. Make her feel something she’s never felt before. Free yourself from the malevolent, open your chest and breathe her in. Give her the part of you that makes you human, and she will turn you into something ethereal.  

Capricorn The Empress. Class and a pure heart, and the international woman of mystery. And even though games don’t interest her, that don’t mean she doesn’t know how to play. No one does it like her. It’s almost painful how she works you, heightening all your senses with perfect impulse control. Engage at your own risk, because she will make you miss her more than anyone you’ve ever met. But if you want to love her, she’ll hold you down for life in hazy love daydream.

Aquarius I’ve seen her in my fantasies. The Extraterrestrial. She’ll waltz right into your love sphere like she owns the place, utterly unignorable. And then she’ll smile, like she has no fucking idea. And you wonder if she really doesn’t. She goes around granting all your wishes and you wonder, why she gives you the world but won’t let you feel her heart. And she will never tell you, because feelings are hard for robot girls. She is afraid she’s too cold inside. What she doesn’t realize is she loves enough for the entire universe, she is too busy electrifying other dimensions into existence. One day she’ll come back down to earth and see everyone around her on their knees.

Pisces She is the light that shines through the night. The Clair de Lune. You fall into her plush essence and she lets you, like a bug stuck in her amber heart. And you think how every moment of your life has brought you closer to this, to her. You finally understand the beauty of minimalism. Not every star needs to be possessed. Not every silence has to be filled. The most important things are the ones you can’t see with your eyes. Live for this. For the feeling.

I don’t even know half these shows, but I do know about the drama being directed towards the writers in them.

There’s a corner of my yard I don’t grow. It is just dandelions for the bunnies and friend’s bunnies.

Canceled Date (Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary: After you had to cancel your date with Steve because you have to babysit your sister, Steve invites himself over and manages to show you a completely different side to him.

Word Count: 2512

Warnings: none, maybe just OOC Steve

Note: First time writing for Steve but ay whatever. I hope you all enjoy! Feel free to tell me what ya think! :)

Originally posted by ilovenarcisse

It wasn’t every night your parents would leave you to take care of your 8 month old sister, but after your father got a promotion at his job, they wanted to celebrate. You really didn’t want to ruin their celebration, so you offered to take care of little Anna for as long as they needed you to.

The only bad part was that you had to cancel your date with your boyfriend. You were dating Steve Harrington, the “King” of the school. He had told he really didn’t care about that title, and it was a bit stupid. You have been dating for at least 3 months, and your parents absolutely adored him, and you like to think his parents adore you too.

Anyway, Steve had been a bit upset when you told him you had to cancel. You were both going to watch a movie at his house since you worked at the theater and didn’t want to be there any longer than you needed to.

“Come on (y/n), we’ve been planning this for a week,” Steve said over the phone, you sighed.

“I know, I know- maybe tomorrow I can come over,” you said, feeling bad. Steve was silent for a moment.

“I’ll let it slide this time, but you have to promise me that we’ll spend the whole day together.” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“The whole day?” you asked, you can see him nodding.

“Yup! To make up for all the other times you had to cancel!” You scoffed.

“I only canceled once before this!” you claimed, he hummed.

“All day tomorrow so clear your schedule, babe,” You were silent for a moment, before a smile grew on your lips.

“I’ll get to that…I’m really sorry, Steve,” you apologized again.

“It’s alright (y/n), what are you doing anyway, I didn’t even ask,”

“I have to watch Anna, my parents are going out to celebrate or something,” you shrugged, moving on your stomach, holding your phone against your ear.

“You have to babysit?” he asked, his voice changing suddenly, like he was excited. You nodded as if he could see you.

“Yeah- I’m not canceling on you for no reason,” you laughed, Steve laughed as well. Your heart sped up because you really loved hearing his laugh.

“You know what- our date is not being canceled, tell your parents I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” Your smile fell, and you tilted your head.

“What?”

“You heard me! I’ll be there in ten minutes,” You could just hear him get up, and grab his car keys. You sat up.

“Steve! My parents aren’t going to like it if my boyfriend comes over while they’re gone- they might think-”

“Come on- we’re going to babysit, that’s all! I’ll see you in ten minutes! Love you!” Your jaw dropped. Was he seriously going to come over?

“(y/n)?” his voice broke you out of your thoughts and you shook off.

“I love you too, but if my parents turn you away at the door- don’t blame me!” He laughed, and you did too, before the line went dead.

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anonymous asked:

Hey uh.. not to bother you by any means.. but can I get a link to those tips for drawing people crying you did once?? I looked through all the tags and couldn't find it myself, sorry..

Oh, it’s no bother! http://whatisthiscutenonsense.tumblr.com/post/147379834506/eruhamster-retroautomaton-some-crying-tips 

But honestly, I’m not actually too happy with those anymore. They’re pretty old. I still sort of hold the same value when I draw them, but here’s some more updated tips, if that’s alright. 

One of the biggest complaints I got with those tips was that just a single tear is good enough. Well yes and no. Tears are just a helpful tool, and of course not everyone cries the same, so yes, a single tear can be just as impactful, as long as your emotion and context carries the message. 

On the opposite end of the spectrum, there’s heavy crying. And this can take many forms. Again, the face has to carry the intensity of the emotion; the tears are just there to emphasize it. More intensity, (for some people) does tend to include more liquids and leaking. 

And of course none of it has to be perfect or even. As I love to touch on, crying is messy and ugly. It brings out the most strained emotions. So none of it has to be symmetrical to get the point across- if anything, it gives it more movement. 

I of course draw in a more cartoony fashion, so if you did want to go on the more realistic end of the spectrum, you can focus on the actual physics of tears and how they act and react on the face. More realistically, they come from the inner eye, and are much smaller. They tend to fall in wayward paths, slowly, but  sperraticly, and in droplets or thin streams. You can also add streak marks and flush up the face, depending on the subject. 

I’m glad you liked my old tips, and I hope these new ones help! 

Cursed Child AU: insomniac additions.

Another thing (because yes we’re just going to go back to talking about the Cursed Child AU like we never left) that annoyed me about The Cursed Child was how the Adults treated Scorpius Malfoy in the text. 

Like I get it, nobody is perfect and everyone has issues, especially when you take into account the things the original trio endured. But, and this is a large but I cannot lie, I also feel it’s entirely out of character for Harry Potter, the boy who survived twice and lived to become the man who would name his second son after two of his arguably worst abusers* (after Voldie and the Dursleys of course) in recognition of their bravery and…whatever…redemption I guess, to only then turn around to his son, point to another child and say “they come from an evil family, don’t be friends with him”. 

It just…it doesn’t feel right.** 

Just like how Ron pitting his daughter against the Malfoy off-spring doesn’t feel right either. “Here sweetheart, we fought this entire war based on opposing those who thought they were better than others because of how they were born, and we made the world a better, more fair place. Now go kick that other kid’s ass his dad was a dick. Also don’t come home if you get sorted into Slytherin, bye honey loooove yoooou!”

Like….that is just not Ronald Weasley to me. It’s maybe Ron at the start of the series when we see him coming from a place of…not monetary privileged to be sure, but definitely perhaps cultural in terms of his bloodline? Like they might be dirt poor but the Weasley’s are a pure-blood family and that matters in this world. 

But it’s not who Ron is at the end of the series. 

It’s not who any of them are at the end of the series. Yet somehow we just see the continuation of “all adults are awful, yes even the good ones” and it just…it’s mediocre writing for one thing, but it’s also a continuation of validating shitty adult human behavior for Reasons, which Rowling is infamous for, and maybe it’s just me. But I’m tired of that shit.

I’m so, gods damned tired. Both as a reader, an editor and a writer.

Which is why I’d like you to consider: Cursed Child AU Molly Weasley meeting Scorpius Malfoy for the first time. 

In my head, for whatever reason, the new trio are soaked, just, drenched to the bone and guilty as hell, and Rose isn’t too worried by her grandmother’s stern look, she knows the shouting and the hand waving is from concern and not a threat. And Albus too, who has gotten into his own fair share of trouble with his brother and cousins and been on the receiving end of his Grandma’s tongue lashing more than once has just sort of, switched off, eyes glazed over as he takes the reprimand as he takes all others.

But Scorpius has no reference for this. His own mother and father have never disciplined him, not really, they’ve never had cause to. But he’s seen the fights between his father and grandfather, and people have walked away from those burned. He’s felt this anger before, this shrill frustration, but it’s never been directed at him before and honestly he’s not sure if he’s about to vomit or cry—until suddenly it stops. And when he looks up, Mrs. Weasley is looking at him, just for a second she’s looking just at him. And then she sighs, wiping a weary hand over her face as she waves them towards the stairs. 

“Go to bed, all of you. Albus, show your friend where everything is. We’ll deal with this in the morning.”

So they climb the stairs and say good night, and Albus lets Scorpius borrow some old but clean clothes from a chest at the end of a bed that looks like it hasn’t been slept in for years but is still kept pristine. And he feels like an intruder in this cramped wonderful space that feels lived in and loved from the ceiling to the floor. But Albus is already falling asleep face down on the other bed so he can’t ask if this is okay and instead just peels back the covers and falls asleep thinking if a house could feel like a hot cup of tea on a rainy Autumn day then the Burrow would be mid-October with two sugars and a ginger snap on the side.

The next morning he awakens to find his own clothes not just dried but cleaned and mended, folded at the end of the bed. Not wanting to wake Albus (snoring gently on his back, dark hair sticking out at all ends in a nice way that makes Scorpius’ stomach do a funny swooping thing he’s not ready to think about just yet) Scorpius creeps out of bed in search of the privy, somehow managing to get turned around in this tiny house that’s smaller than his grandfather’s study and finds himself on the threshold of the kitchen again, where a fire is already lit and something bubbles gently on the stove. He doesn’t mean to stare, but there’s just so much stuff, brick-a-brack and clutter his mother would never allow, mementos, moving pictures on every wall, the clock gently ticking on the wall…

“Cup of tea, dear?”

He jumps, feeling like he’s been caught somewhere he shouldn’t be.

“Come along dear, sit down,” Mrs Weasley continues, placing gentle hands on his shoulders and guiding him towards the kitchen table where the table is already set. “One lump or two?”

“I…” Scorpius stutters, looking around, desperately hoping for one of the other two to appear, even Rose who he knows only tolerates him because of Albus. “Two?” he asks. “Please?”

“There you are dear, help yourself to milk. Sleep all right?”

“I…uh, yes, thank you?”

“Good, good. Toast?”

“Uh…”

“There you go. Help yourself to butter and jam.”

He’s halfway through a second slice when Albus appears in the doorway, still in the rumpled clothes he’d slept in and yawning loudly until Rose pushes him out of the way and sits down heavily in the empty chair next to Scorpius, glaring, as though daring him to say something about her frazzled hair and the pillow markings on her sleep-pinked face. Scorpius wisely takes another bite of toast and pushes the teapot towards her. Albus stumbles over next, still so half asleep her nearly face plants into the jam the moment he’s sitting. It’s only the joint efforts of Rosie and Scorpius that keeps it from happening.

“What time is it?” he asks, rubbing blearily at his eyes. 

Scorpius glances to the clock—not the family one of course, though he can’t help but feel a little envious at just how many spoons it has. His parents have one, but it only has three hands.

“Time you were up and about,” Mrs Weasley comments before Scorpius can answer, swooping in over the table with a platter laden with breakfast food and dishing it out in heaps like she’s used to feeding an army. Glancing again at the family clock, Scorpius can see why. “And time to tell me what in Merlin’s Beard is going on.”

The trio glance between themselves, suddenly far more awake than they were mere moments before. With a mouthful of tea, Scorpius makes a hard swallow and braces himself.

“I’m really sorry, but this is entirely all my fault.” He starts when Mrs Weasley laughs, eyeing her two grandchildren with a knowing look.

“Somehow I find that hard to believe, dearie. Here have some more bacon.”

Somewhere between second, third and quite very nearly fourth helpings (Scorpius has never eaten so much in his life, not even at the Hogwarts feasts) they tell the truth. Or rather, they omit certain details and confess they found the car in the woods while having detention and wanted to see if it would work. How were they to know the doors would slam shut and the car would take them home. Molly Weasley listens quietly, with none of the previous shouting of yesterday, even when they recount the part about the doors falling off. Scorpius is relieved. He doesn’t think he could handle it, and he has no desire to see all that good food come up in reverse. 

“Well, I can’t say I’m pleased.” she says when they’re done, fixing them all with a pointed look. “But I am glad you are safe. Now, why don’t you go get ready and head on outside. The gnomes are in the herb patch again, and I need to contact the school and let them know you’re safe.“

The other two groan and slide out of their chairs to stomp up the stairs. Scorpius also stands and thinks about following them, but he’s already dressed so doesn’t see the point, he’ll just wait here by the door and go outside when they’re ready…he’s oddly excited by the prospect of de-gnoming the garden. He’s never done anything like it before…

“Everything all right, dear?” Mrs Weasley asks him, voice light as she clears away the breakfast table with a flick of her hand. “With school?”

He’s puzzled by the question, but he nods. “Yes, thank you Mrs Weasley.”

She hums politely, drawing her wand again and pulling over a scroll of parchment and a quill from a nearby table. “And what about home, everything all right there?”

The nausea is instant and for one horrible moment he thinks he might actually be sick. His mouth is watering, his head feels hot, his hands are cold and his eyes are blurring as he tries to quell the terror such a question brings because how, how can he answer a question like that while knowing the truth of what is yet to come...

He doesn’t even realize he’s sobbing until warm arms surround him. He’s been hugged before, but never like this. Everyone in his family is rail-thin and formally stiff. Physical affection often feels like an obligation to be endured, not warm and enveloping like sunlight through a glass pane on a cold winter morning. 

“There now dear,” she soothes, patting his back and holding him close like one of her own—a Potter or a Weasley, not a Malfoy. He doubts a Malfoy has ever been held this way. “I’m so sorry Scorpius. It’s not easy grieving…but you’ll be all right…it’ll be all right…shhh”

Later in the garden no one says anything. He knows they know, he can still feel the evidence of it streaked down his face, sniffling loudly in a way that has nothing to do with the chill Autumn air as they run after the scurrying gnomes. Instead they are stoically silent. But it’s a united sort of silence. Even Rosie looks grimly determined as she nods to him, just once, an unspoken version of the promise Albus had uttered in the small hours of the Slytherin Dungeon.

They have a curse to break. And it’s bloody well going to get broken.


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Did you ever imagine we’d reach a point in Supernatural where Sam could be considered a total third wheel? Not that him and Dean haven’t been serving up a serious (literal) bromance since day one, but I think we’d all be lying if we said we didn’t tune in for our regular dose of Destiel.

Castiel and Dean, aka Destiel, form their special bond toward the end of season four, and ever since then, chances of me favoring anyone else have been squashed. In fact, there are some aspects of their bromance that might make it one of my favorites on television, period. Remember when Dean gives Castiel his nickname, Cas? And each time he admits that he needs him both as a cohort and a companion? So frickin’ cute. Their friendship is one of the shippiest out there. Need a few more reasons to love Destiel? Allow me to elaborate.

Castiel enters our lives, and the lives of the Sam and Dean, out of pure business. He is there on a mission, to work for them, and that’s it. Then, all of the sudden, we see a turning point where he goes from being there to work with the brothers to being invested in them on a personal level. Dean is having trouble trusting him, and Castiel responds reassuringly with a gentle but firm reminder that he isn’t going anywhere. He can trust him.

That’s a pivotal moment in their relationship, because along with instilling a great deal of trust for Dean, Cas realizes himself that he cares about the brothers as people, as friends. It set the tone for the remaining seasons, forming the foundation of the close-knit bond that we see today.

We don’t see Cas offer a one-sided, unwavering brand of loyalty, either. Dean has proved time and time again his appreciation, admiration, and dedication to his best bud throughout the various seasons. For example, in the heart of season five when Dean escapes from that whole apocalypse mess, what’s the first thing he does? Searches for Cas, who, mind you, is waiting for him exactly as the two of them had planned.

Then, remember when they get stuck in the purgatory back in season seven? Castiel can’t help Dean escape at all. In fact, because of the staggering number of souls that are cast in there after him, Cas serves as a complication of sorts. For once, he can not be the powerful angel and saving force that everyone knows him to be. Dean even has the chance to escape clean, but refuses to abandon his friend and leave him behind. After all, as we hear repeated like a broken record, he needs him.

Their bond is based on a connection that runs deep, diving into the deep end rather than splashing in the shallow section as an overwhelming number of friendships on television do. It has been a matter of life and death quite a few times, and each time, I watch the two of them save one another and prioritize their bud over almost anything else. How often does once come across a fictional friendship that strong?

Not to mention, all of their teary-eyed (OK, maybe that’s me and not them, but still) bro hugs are next-level adorable, and their clear love for one another as brothers and best friends is half the reason we’re still watching the show. Their clinging onto one another without even attempting to do so is an example of how natural their relationship is and how when the two of them work together, magic happens. Even in the toughest situations, Dean has had positive affects on Cas, and vice versa, and because of how different the two of them are in a lot of different respects, these attribute to them making each other a better person.

Maybe I take Sam and Dean for granted because of their real-life brotherhood, but still, something about the rather surprising, strong brotherhood between Dean and Castiel that I have watched form throughout the seasons leaves that of everyone else behind in the dust. Seeing them share the screen again in “Tombstone” after Cas returns, donning (heinous) matching cowboy hats, sharing laughs, and solving mysteries together warmed my heart.

Can’t wait to tune in next week, to see more of Destiel … er, I mean, watch more ghost, ghoul, and demon hunting. Obviously. But, being real here, mostly seeing more of the adorable best friendship that is Dean and Cas. #Destiel4Ever.

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I first I thought, I’m I reading the onion?
But no, this is real Destiel is Canon, even with the Bomance perspective, that is a safe way to look at this relationship, we made it canon.

my not-quite-new years resolution is to stop saying/implying that I’m not a functional grown up, that I’m afraid of “adult” things or that I’m bad at “adulting” or anything like that where I diminish my maturity and ability.

there are already lots of people out there who would infantalize me for various reasons and I don’t need to be one of them. I need to do the opposite.

also the truth is…..I’m actually really good at this stuff when I need to be. I can make phone calls and appointments and handle paperwork and interviews and errands and responsibilities. I’m almost 27, I’ve done it all before and I’ll do it again. So what if some things makes me nervous or tired or confused? That still doesn’t mean I’m bad at them. I know how to handle everyday adult things as well as anyone else, how to figure out solutions to my problems and handle them and I do it all the time and I’m actually pretty good at it, so yeah, no more of that!

tumblr acting like kylo ren’s story is as simple as boohoo mom and dad ignored me so i lash out by throwing tantrums and killing people

do you realize that this is what’s happening in the world today? young kids are being used by terrorists. snoke started on kylo when he was young and vulnerable. emphasis on young and vulnerable. and feeling abandoned by his parents. this is literally what is happening in the world right now. terrorists target the children because they’re not set in their ways and if they start them young, these kids grow old with their foundations as whatever the predators want them to be. whatever they need to be able to use the kids for their twisted causes.

this is the exact same reason why kylo ren thinks what he’s doing is right

am i saying he’s not accountable? no. but do i want to see his character be further developed and explored? to see his character rise above the manipulations of snoke on him as a kid? fuck yes

story-wise that is why he is fucking compelling to me as a character especially with current events and yall reduce him to a whiny ass boy that you all think of as a bad villain

you’re fucking right. he is a “bad” villain. and to those who want an iredeemable villain in star wars he’s not your guy. he is a “bad” villain because he has always been conflicted by the pull to the light. he is conflicted when he does the things he thinks are right (right = evil). like come on that is literally the first movie

and i don’t understand why some people were so confused when rian johnson said he and rey are sort of dual protagonists. like??? are you paying attention? KYLO REN IS NOT THE VILLAIN IN THIS STORY. rey, actual protagonist, went through the same shit and it only made her kind you say. well don’t you see kylo ren is just the other side of rey? with snoke lurking on the side to ensure ben solo stays dead inside?

this makes me so fucking angry tbh. i’m tired of seeing posts about how people who like kylo ren as a character are apologists and pro this and that shit and oh yeah blame it on the absentee parents boohoo. it’s such a one-sided view of kylo’s story.  he is a victim AND he is accountable for the shit he’s done. it can both exist on a character??? and it’s not even a subtext on the movie. it’s so explicit that some people are just being too selectively blind to see it for whatever reason.

i literally have no idea how he’s gonna redeem himself especially after killing his father. i really don’t know. but those kids recruited by terrorist groups that have killed people in the name of their cause and want to quit and remove themselves from the evil organizations they once swore allegiance to… do i not want to see them renounce the false and evil beliefs and get back into the light? even if they never fully redeem themselves, isn’t it a good thing if they try? isn’t it a good thing for them to start choosing the good? that kylo ren’s redemption is a good fucking message to say that it’s not too late for everyone? that you can’t undo the past mistakes but you can do something about the present and the future? i’m not talking about kylo ren turning into a saint. but just the mere fact that these lost and fallen ones stand back up and find their way to the right and good again… isn’t that what we should want? i literally don’t understand why this redemption arc is such a bad thing for some people. like who are we to say who can and cannot at least try to redeem themselves?

people have been talking about lup and barry having a kid in the 2 years they spent on faerun before lup disappeared, and i suddenly had the urge to rewrite the entire story with taako raising this pair of half elf twins that he thinks are his cause they look like him, but he has no idea who the other parent is.

like, it’s a work in progress because i cannot imagine barry would have had taako kill him when he started forgetting lup if he had two lil babies waiting for him, but just hear me out.

imagine sizzle it up with taako & family, with these two little kids hamming it up as much as taako does.  imagine one of them almost eating the poisoned chicken, and taako manages to stop them at the last second, vowing right then and there that he will never, ever feed these kids his cooking again.  taako still never settles down in an actual house, so he ends up with a pair of street savvy caravan kids good at making themselves useful and better at picking pockets.

taako is extremely protective of these kids, trying very hard to always be there if something happens, but also teaching them how to look out for themselves.  he teaches them to rely on each other, because he knows how terrible it is to grow up all alone.  he teaches them to protect themselves and each other first, to not be ashamed to run away from danger, even if others (him) need help.  he teaches them survival.

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A Single Voice Above The Noise

Anyone ask for another soulmate AU? No? Well, have one anyway. In this one soulmates share a telepathic link.

Summary: Stan doesn’t have a soulmate. That is fine. He doesn’t need one. Or so he thought until he suddenly hears a voice in his head that is not his own

Meanwhile Richie and Eddie can’t wait to meet each other and just have to make do with what they’ve got

Word Count: 17692 (I know it got long)

Pairing: Stan/Bill & Richie/Eddie

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12393633


Some people heard voices in their head and Stan had a hard time understanding how these people were not on medication or in therapy. No… hearing voices was considered a good thing, desirable. Well, voices, plural, might not be. But hearing your soulmate talking to you was normal. At least that’s what people said, Stan had never experience it and he was honestly pretty glad about that. Sometimes he wondered if he should try it, but the day he gave in and tried to communicate telepathically with someone who probably wasn’t even real, he’d lose all self-respect. It’s not that Stan didn’t believe in soulmates, and he somehow also believed in the voices thing, because his friend Eddie heard a voice, and he didn’t think Eddie was crazy. But Stan didn’t believe that hearing a voice would be good for him and he didn’t believe there was a soulmate for him. That’s normal too, not everyone had one.


He was in his mid-twenties, if he had a soulmate, he’d have heard him by now, right? Eddie said, he’s heard the voice for years now. Stan didn’t know how he dealt with it, because there’s no rules to the voices and everything needed to have rules, everything needed to follow a certain path. So no, Stan was not envious of the people hearing voices. He was quite happy that he didn’t, but if everyone could stop pitying him every time he said so, that would be great.


Sweetcheeks!


I’ve told you not to call me that.


You never like any of my names for you.


Because they’re awful!


If I knew your name, I could personalize them for you.


Richie immediately regretted saying that, he knew what was going to happen next and sure…


My name is… And then silence.


Richie groaned. He had wanted to tell him about band practice, but now his soulmate was gone. This always happened when either of them tried to be a bit more specific. At first, he had thought his soulmate was a fucking tease, always shutting up when they tried to arrange a meeting or whatever.

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